Chapter 70: Don’t Move! Move Again and I’ll Kill You!
In that instant, the scales on Tiamat’s draconic body multiplied.
It was like watching heavy armor assemble itself across her fra: plates upon plates of deep blue scales locked together, a war form sliding into place. Vast wings unfolded from her back; the tips of her claws lengthened, edges growing sharper and colder.
Only the hand that held Rowe remained soft.
No matter how violently her massive body shifted, that one palm stayed perfectly steady. There was not even a hint of a jolt.
She was holding him the way a mother cradles her child.
Opposite her, “Zeus” continued to reveal its true weight.
The colossal “head” hanging in the void began to radiate an invisible field. Pressure thickened around it, spreading outward in expanding rings.
Lightning flickered in its eyes.
Within those eyes, distorted fragnts of a sky like landscape flowed past. Stars, clouds, distant horizons, all reduced to data points, glimred there like a man made nebula.
This was the authority of Zeus, King of the Gods who ruled the sky.
But it was laced through with the harsh, tallic scent of machinery.
Rowe had known for a long ti that the Greek gods in this world were fundantally different from the gods of Uruk.
The sopotamian gods were natural divine spirits born of the planet.
The Greek “gods” were chanical lifeforms that had descended from beyond the stars.
He had always been a little puzzled as to why the main body of the Greek divine machine had not been completely destroyed during the Star Hunter’s assault, when he knew it should have been.
But history never has only one correct script.
Whether he liked it or not, Zeus’s main body standing here in Imaginary Number Space was an undeniable fact.
If it confronted Tiamat, a clash was inevitable.
Which ant they were on the verge of a god level war.
“Do not move!”
A sharp shout cut through the rising pressure.
The two gods, ready to rip the void apart, froze at the sa ti.
“Aaaaaa?”
Tiamat lowered her face, which was still impossibly beautiful even in full dragon armor. Her moist crimson lips parted slightly.
Rowe, what is it?
Zeus, on the other side, rotated its eyes toward him.
To be honest, if Rowe had not spoken up, or if that voice had not been laced with the heavy aura of primordial planetary authority, Zeus would not even have noticed him.
Rowe was simply too small.
Compared to Tiamat, he was not quite an ant, but he was not far above a sparrow.
However, once he spoke, he naturally drew attention.
Within a fraction of a second, the chanical god’s systems ran a basic scan and analysis.
Primal concept detected. Human. Classification: island class lifeform.
“How dare an insignificant speck of dust command Us to halt?”
A crisp electronic tone overlapped with a deep, resonant male voice.
As a chanical Zeus, He possessed the ability to simulate the thought patterns of the target species and communicate accordingly.
For a simple minded being like Tiamat, that level of simulation was not required.
Rowe, however, was a different matter.
“Speck of dust, your head.” Rowe snapped back without hesitation.
Zeus fell silent.
The circuitry devoted to simulating human style cognition stuttered.
This mortal… is he addressing ?
Should humans not bend the knee to power?
“Shut it. It is not your turn to talk yet.” Rowe tore his gaze away from the chanical colossus and ignored Zeus’s bewildernt. He looked back up at Tiamat instead. “It is nothing. Leave this to .”
“Aaaaa?”
With a clear, questioning sound, Tiamat tilted her head.
She looked from Zeus to Rowe in her palm, then back again. After a mont, she nodded very slightly.
Leave it to you.
That was what her eyes said.
So Rowe stepped off her hand.
He used his own body to set foot on Imaginary Number Space.
After being re gestated in the primordial sea, that was the greatest change.
He no longer needed to draw upon so separate “stored” power to manifest the attributes of the Sword of Rupture. The authority of Ea that underpinned that blade had completely fused with him.
It had sunk into his bones and followed his will like a natural shadow.
Every step he took in the void was an act of creation and evolution.
His power could not stabilize a great continent here, but it could generate a fleeting foothold large enough for one man. That was all he needed to move in this “non existent” space.
Click, click, click.
Gears spun. Machinery roared like a tal tide.
Zeus processed this new movent for a mont, then chose to dismiss it.
He intended to focus on Tiamat.
“I told you not to move.” Rowe shouted again.
Zeus’s cognitive module paused a second ti.
“A re insect dares…”
The deep voice rolled out, thunder rumbling beneath it.
Rowe’s own thoughts were extrely simple.
He was not trying to command Zeus for the sake of pride.
He did not want the god to move because he needed it to remain within the range that overlapped with the mortal world.
Only then could he use it.
The man who challenged the Greek King of the Gods and died in the attempt.
That kind of deed could be inscribed in the world’s history.
That kind of death could be recorded on the Throne.
If he failed, he could still seize an opportunity to return to the world.
It was a plan where neither side would truly lose.
“I told you not to move. Move again and I will kill you.”
Who is killing who, you bastard?
Zeus finally snapped.
The Greek gods were not ordinary machines. They were life emulators. They were capable of developing emotional patterns of their own. Once they simulated the thought structures of living beings, their own emotional responses followed.
“I will kill your mother.”
The words slipped out before the king of chanical gods could stop them.
Zeus had been infected by Rowe’s thought style.
It was worse than a virus.
The mont he spoke, however, he felt sothing was wrong.
Because…
“Aaaaa?”
Who did you just say you were going to kill?
Tiamat appeared behind him.
Her dragon wings spread wide, and with one beat she crossed a distance that did not technically exist in Imaginary Number Space. The scales that covered her body now made her even more imnse than before.
Her raised claw glead with lethal sharpness.
In the next second, that claw ca crashing down and clamped around Zeus’s head.
They were beings of the sa scale.
If Zeus focused all his attention on Rowe, it was not strange that he failed to sense Tiamat’s approach.
Not strange at all.
But the look on his face was sothing else.
The mask was made of cold steel, and yet even through that unchanging surface Rowe could see the outline of sheer agony.
He sympathized completely, because at this mont, he also wanted to scream.
Oh, for heaven’s sake.
“Do not move… No, not you. I am not telling you not to move. I am telling her not to move.”
“Aaaaa.”
Tiamat looked at Rowe. Her pink, star speckled eyes reflected his figure, shining with open admiration. Her vermilion lips parted.
Thank you for helping .
That was what she said.
“I did not help you.” Rowe’s eye twitched.
Obviously, Tiamat had taken his shouting as a deliberate tactic to distract Zeus for her.
No wonder she had agreed so readily earlier.
Who ever said primordial gods had no sense?
Simple minded did not an unintelligent.
Perhaps because she had been ambushed once, Tiamat was no worse than anyone when it ca to scheming.
“Damn it. I have been tricked… No, what is this nonsense? Uninstall. Uninstall this person’s thoughts.”
Zeus roared.
Information command accepted. Thought pattern purge complete.
In a blink, Zeus’s voice returned to its original deep tone. The thunder around him flared in layered waves.
“Mortal, your cri is grave. You have shown unforgivable disrespect to the King of the Gods.”
The void shook.
The next move would decide whether Rowe’s mad plan succeeded, or whether he simply added one more near death story to his collection.
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